I saw this last night with my old Muay Thai trainer. This movie is BAD. ASS. It’s beyond brutal and has some of the most amazing martial arts sequences I’ve ever seen.
I’m in downtown Oakland watching a crackhead who is wearing a sweater for pants. In that it’s upside down and the legs go through the sleeves. It’s a Cosby sweater. He has to hold it up and is doing a crazy wide-stance walk so his sweater pants won’t fall down. Bum swagger.
“ I’m going to have to check your hair. ”
Humorless TSA official when my barrette was flagged during the body scan.
“ I think it makes me look like a kindergartener. Or kindergarten teacher. Who is also in a polygamist cult…The Wives of Marc Jacobs. ”
Me, on a Marc Jacobs dress I tried on.
My mom learned a new phrase from me the other day and like anyone else with an addition to their personal lexicon, is eager to try it out. This means, at least once a day, completely out of context, she’ll throw her head back dramatically and respond to something I say with, “DON’T TELL ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE!” and, unable to keep a straight face, start laughing. A lot. It’s really funny. This, along with a breakdown in the translation, more or less comes out as “DON’T RUN MYPPFFTTTHAHAHAHAHA”. Lolz.
